Marvel Imagines

"Fun" Times ~ Mama Wandnat

• Non-Binary Y/ •

I sit on my bed, wrapped in the dark ocean blue weighted blanket that lays on the end of my bed for most the time. I stare in the distance, eyes blured from the tears in my eyes that stand, waiting to pour down my cheeks.

I rock forwards and backwards ever so slightly. The feeling of pressure in my chest making it hard to breath, almost painfully. With the slight bounce of my foot, I feel a tear slowly makes its path down my face to my mouth. The deep breath I try to take in getting cut of by a small flood of tears.

The feeling of anxiety and panic creeping through my veins. I stand. Slow and small footsteps across the landing to my parents room. I hear their voices, a minute feeling of being okay starts by quickly stops as the harsh feeling takes back over.

I knock quietly on the door. Zoning out again, I hear a movement and dragging steps get closer to the door until it opens. My mom, Wanda, stands there. "Hey sweetheart, are you.." She stops her asking her question and moves to the side allowing me to walk in.

I step in and lean on the wall ever so slightly. Looking up, I see my momma, Natasha, looking back at me then at Wanda. The door beside me closes. Both women coming over to sit with me, leaving space between me and her.

The redhead with her hair braided softly holds my chin up, "Y/n, baby, what's wrong?" She asks me kindly and softly. I look at her with tears in my eyes and shrug my shoulders as I lift my knees to my chest wrapping my blanket around them, to tighten the pressure.

The brunette beside me takes my hand, "That's okay, sometimes we don't know why we feel like this." Her voice leaving a warm feeling on my heart.

I close my eyes and a tear rolls down my face again, then a flood as I open my eyes. I cry, letting the tears fall onto my blanket. Sniffling, I try wiping my eyes but fail as more warm drops of tears fall down my face.

Unable to control it, I feel my body slide onto the floor, my breathing becoming heavier and more irregular as I let go of the blanket. My head falling into my mom's lap. She doesn't move, she places her hand on my head, moving my hair behind my ear.

• Natasha's Point Of View

I watch as my brunette lover holds our child, cares for them. "Wands.." I whisper as I notice the child, with the head in her lap drift to sleep.

Wanda looks over at me, "Yes?" She questions me, wondering what I will say.

I yawn a little, "They are asleep." I tell her. Wanda yawns after me and leans on the door alittle before magically moving Y/n to a mattress we keep in our room.